For Gilbert’s birthday, I’m fulfilling three-line requests and posting them on queue.

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"How can you stand this?" Gil grunted, arms aching, straining against the weight as he felt the sweat drip down the muscles of his back.

Reim only chuckled, and Gilbert blushed — he couldn’t help it, not when the older man peered down at him from over his glasses in that way, the Pandora officer’s arms crossed as he watched Gilbert start to tremble.

"And that is only the one week’s worth of backlog," Reim replied smoothly and gestured with one hand to follow him to his private office, and Gilbert nearly stumbled as he hugged the overdue paperwork in his arms, silently admitting that he would wish none of this bureaucratic bondage upon anyone.